Asian slut by hypnosis It was late at night when I was surfing the Internet, looking for something that would allow me to rest from the tiring day I had been gone through. It was in one of those days that I found the Mind Mistress homepage. I was reading through the introductions of the many hypnotists displayed there, when a sudden urge made me click on the chat room link. What a nice surprise it was when a gentle greeting came flashing in my screen, saying: I told her how much I liked the site, and how happy I was to be able to talk to the person responsible for such an appealing resource.
The letters in the screen politely thanked me. I was excited beyond words. We talked about many things, finding many interests in common. I was rather impressed with the knowledge the person on the other side of the screen displayed.
We talked about philosophy, religion, and then moved to lighter themes such as comic books and Japanese animations. Surprisingly, it was only in this point that we started talking about hypnosis and the things that were possible to be brought up through it.
Suddenly, the letters asked me what was my interest in the subject. I wrote that I always found the idea of experimenting how deeply one can be influenced by hypnotic suggestions: Yet, I had reservations with the whole thing. I was quite certain such experience could hardly be produced, even more through the Internet, with letters in a screen. Frankly, I received with suspicion her statement that not only it could be done, but that that was her specialty. She started giving me an idea of how the process was done, and I must confess I found myself very excited reading all those explanations, to the point of writing it down, telling her the whole idea was fascinating me.
She continued the explanations, and I was suddenly feeling my behaviour changing strangely: It came to a point where I interrupted her with the question: My mind felt dizzier and dizzier. My fingers started to feel heavy, spongy. It was getting harder to think.
I started wondering why I could not come up with anything intelligent to say. Most of what I have to tell comes to my mind in fragments, as if I was supposed to remember them. I remember vaguely being asked obvious questions such as my name, my gender, my sexual preferences and experiences.
I remember answering them all as frankly as possible. I told her I was a heterosexual male, with all the normal experiences a heterosexual male is supposed to have: She asked me if I wanted to try what the other gender as about. I think I told her I did. I quite detested the idea, actually. The next thing I remember was experimenting the most fantastic orgasm I ever did in my whole life.
It was not the one shot, coming from deep inside, that I had always experimented. It came in waves, in a crescendo that kept renovating and shaking me in spasms of pure, absolute ecstasy… And then I was all blank again. I remember, then, continuing the conversation as if nothing had happened. Any that comes to mind?
There is a large range of themes in Japanese animation, from child stuff to hardcore sex. For instance, I have one that will make any girl orgasm. It came in waves, in a crescendo that kept renovating and shaking me in spasms of pure, absolute ecstasy… And it was all blank once more.
There was another phrase blinking at me. Take a look at yourself. I looked down at my legs, feeling rather stupid, and almost fell down from the chair. First, I was completely naked, which was weird enough. But secondly, my legs were long, smooth and hairless as a Barbie doll brought to life. I looked at my hands, and they were thin and long. And then I turned towards the mirror. Facing me was a horrified Japanese girl, with long silky black hair, a pointy little nose, small mouth with thick lips… And then I ran my hands between my thighs.
Nothing but a strange slit amongst the hair. I took a deep breath, trying to figure out what was happening. I look like a girl! I AM a girl! A Japanese naughty little girl. So tell me your name! Try saying it out loud. I concentrated on my name, trying to find it out in the confusion of shocking thoughts inside my mind.
And then I saw it, I saw my name right in the middle of those random thoughts, shining as a light in the middle of the darkest of nights: Everything will be clear right now. And so I did.
Inside, there laid a black catsuit, opera gloves, high heeled boots, a g-string corset, a collar and make up. How did they come up here. No thought would come out from it. I could only stare at the screen and wait for the words. Run it ssssssssslowly through your legs and arms, veeeeery slow, feeeeeeling goooooood, soooooo good.
As you do it, you will feel your soft skin against the silky fabric, hugging you, evolving you… and as you feel the pleasure of it, you will know I am the source of it, so that when you are all wrapped up, you will feel more and more subservient. So you will feel absolutely submissive to me. So I fitted my tiny little feet in the stocking, pulling them up slowly, feeling the moisture coming from me as I did it. Now pick up the corset.
You must pull the g-string as deep as possible, and close it as tight as you can. As you feel the string pulling against your ass, you will remember the man you used to be, and as you feel the excitement of the string against your anus, you will recognize what a slut you are now, and surrender to it. So you will become a whore to me.
And I picked up the firm corset, pushing it as deep as I could and tightening it, closing my hips in its firm push. I felt the strips in my shoulders pulling the string against my ass, and thought of how I used to be.
And then I felt my hands dropping relaxed against my hips, and a sole thought came bursting inside my head: I need a cock.
You are now going to put your boots on. You will zipper then slowly until you have it firmly molding your long legs. As you feel your weight being supported by the tip of your toes, and your ankles lifting inside the heels, you will feel yourself becoming more and more attractive and seductive. So you will become sexy to me. So I fitted my little feet inside the shiny boots, admiring my long legs as I pulled the zipper up my legs, feeling as if I could seduce the entire world only by flashing my shiny, booted legs towards it.
Now pick up the gloves. You will slowly slide them over your arms. As you do it, you will feel your arms craving the touch of flesh, as your mind will start craving penises, vaginas, nipples, and ears, anything that might give pleasure. So you will be always horny for me. I started feeling something missing in my hands: I wanted to hold tight a cock in my hands, or finger some pussy. They will complete the process. As you apply the make up and feel the collar against your neck, choking you, you will become Slutty Keiko for good.
I closed the collar around my neck and hurried to the mirror. As I spread the bright, red lipstick and the white mascara, the dark shadow and the eyeliner, I felt the few remains of my old self disappearing. I was finally Keiko, I had always been, the horny slut, craving for sex and ready to give it for anyone who asked for it. I played with my nipples and sucked the lipstick as a small penis as I admired myself in the mirror.
With a little scream of joy, I hurried back to the computer. What can I do for you? You are my slave now, my slut slave, with nothing in your mind but sex and subservience. Look at the door, slut. You are going out it now, and you are going to make what you were born to: You will go to every men you see and tell them: How about five dollars for a blowjob?
Everything else is a big blur. I know there were many.